Volume #34
New (and Improved) You
Author: Charlotte Zombro
Welcome to Real U™!
In the space below,
tell your Real U™ avatar
how you want them to
behave and be perceived by our other real world players!
Our incredibly advanced
AI will then create
your ideal you!
Who will you be?
A Lagrange Point
Author: Jeff Aldrich
AI Meets Meta Cognition
Author: Jampa Dorje
ePitaph
Author: Tyler Morello (Dahl)
A Dream I Have
Author: Sam Woods
A Dream I Have
Vines entangled with wires
Trail down solar panels,
Mice dance and tumble over
Weeds growing by adapter cables.
Trees spew over rooftops
Creating homes for winged things
And fruit to feed the masses.
Ruby red apples shine in the sun
While grapes spiral down
office windows.
The whirring of wind turbines
The whisper of wind Nature and machine:A solar punk dream.
The Morphology of Prayer
Author: Preston Ham
New (and Improved) You
Author: Charlotte Zombro
Man vs Machine
Author: Hope Cox
PROLEGOMENA TO ANY
FUTURE EPISTEMOLOGY
Author: Jampa Dorje
Machines R Us
Author: Emily McNealy
On the Existence of God: A Story by ChatGPT
Author: Jampa Dorje
Window to the Soul
Author: Maelim Lunaris
Am I the last seventeen-year-old
on Earth without a soulmate?
I checked my smartwatch.
No new notifications.
Blossoming trees swung outside the assembly hall. Wind tickled their branches, making their leaves hop and rhythmically dance. To the right of me, a boy and a girl held hands and giggled at each other....
Indigo
Author: Georgia Brown
There has never been much to do outside. Inside, there’s climate control, infinite water, and snacks in easy reach. Outside has cars, crowds and a cacophony of clamor that is meant to mean something...
Beyond Doubt
Author: Kaiden Larimer
The family had been staying here for a few months now. They were in a small, dilapidated, and barren town which had been raided and nearly demolished by the Machines years before. It was in ruin, but some buildings still stood among the rubble. The family had done their best in this ghost town...
Rain
Author: Lee Beck
“Becca! Come to my office once you’re done for the day.” Mr. Hart’s voice rang out over the intercom. My shoulders tensed as he said it, only recognizing the ominous nature of the sentence seconds later. Here it comes. I expected this to happen, I’m useless around here nowadays. I looked at the empty desks behind me that once housed my fellow editors...
